Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 371

She agreed.

“When should we meet?”

“No time like the present. How about tonight?”

Timothy was eager to see her, too.

If she couldn’t always keep her emotions in check, maybe it would actually force them to communicate more.

Resolving things peacefully was always better than dragging each other to court, fighting all over again.

“I understand. I’ll bring her over before dinner. By the way—did you know her loss of speech was acquired?”

Timothy’s lips pressed into a thin line as he read the message. He’d only found out not long ago.

“Yes.”

“Did you ever take her to see a doctor? Do you know what caused it?”

Vince’s reply came quickly.

Timothy’s expression darkened. He didn’t know. He’d never taken her to a doctor.

He remembered the day in the café, when he first realized she had aphasia. He’d even asked her why she never told him. But then, life had gotten messy, one thing after another, and the subject slipped his mind.

Vince waited for a reply, but none came. He didn’t need one. Clearly, Timothy had never bothered to take Jessica to a doctor.

How could anyone be so careless? Seven years of marriage—what kind of husband had he been?

Vince pocketed his phone and turned to Jessica.

“I’ve arranged it with Timothy. We’re having dinner with the Howards tonight.”

Jessica checked the time and quickly wrote a response:

“I can finish the papercut in time, but if it needs framing, I’m not sure I can find a shop on such short notice.”

“Don’t worry about that—I know a place. I’ll make an appointment right away. Once you’re finished, we’ll get it framed on our way. It won’t take long—I’ve had things framed there before.”

Luckily, Jessica had been here a few days already. Over the years, papercutting had become second nature to her, so when she went out shopping, she’d picked up a toolbox, some paper, and fabric.

Judging by their age, Sandra and Abell were probably about the same as Larkin, and with their background in the arts…

One afternoon wasn’t much time. She couldn’t make anything too elaborate.

It had to be simple, yet meaningful.

She thought for a moment, and the image for the papercut began to take shape in her mind.